Chapter 25: The turtles

Pan marveled at the gathering under the small bridge. Turtles, some small and some big, were swimming, trying to catch the pieces of fruit which Brandon was sprinkling inside of the water.

To watch Brandon now, Pan thought that the man could do no wrong. Michael had his own bowl with fruit, although the boy had taken his time, and cut up his apple to tiny pieces.

Pan looked at his own bowl and sighed.

The rabbit was out of the hat. The week was going to end in five days.

But could he bring himself to leave Brandon? Even without the danger of the organ harvesters, something that should make him crawl under Brandon's bed and start living there, the soulmate bond remained.

It was no slave rune. Lady Love did not want such things done in her name.

And yet, it felt like one.

"Uncle Brandon, can we go get some ice cream?" Michael asked, as he dumped the rest of his apple slices into the water.